madnovel Chapter 152 Lend Me Your Brain
Chapter 152 Lend Me Your Brain
"Xuanfeng~"
"The spiritual energy has just recovered, and the laws are still very immature."
Li Xiaoyao patted his shoulder and said, "Those 3S-level ability users may look like they are in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, but their foundation is weak and they rely entirely on instinct."
Any one of you four could win a one-on-one fight.
Xuanfeng's eyes lit up.
"But don't be careless."
Li Xiaoyao pointed to the iron lumps in the light and shadow, "Those are the things we need to be careful of. Especially you few in the Qi Refining stage—"
He looked at Xuanzhu, Xuanling, and the other collateral descendants.
"After you go down, prepare all the formations and talismans. If you encounter planes or cannons, don't try to fight them head-on, just dodge them."
"Wait until the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators deal with those big guys, then you can go in."
"yes!"
Li Xiaoyao nodded and turned to walk towards the cabin door.
"Alright, get ready. We'll begin entering after one incense stick's time."
He pushed open the hatch, took a step out, and stood suspended in the void outside the airship.
Behind me, things started to get busy inside the cabin.
Xuanfeng and Scar Wolf were assigning teams, Xuanxuan was distributing talisman array plates, and Liu Gu and Han Mo were explaining precautions to the native cultivators.
Xuanzhu gripped the short knife, looking around excitedly; Xuanling remained silent, but had already prepared three defensive talismans in her hand.
Looking at all this, Li Xiaoyao suddenly remembered that decades ago, in the Luoxia Realm, he and his elder brother had led a group of people in the same way, starting from scratch.
He had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage at that time.
He is now in the Purple Mansion stage.
But some things have never changed.
He turned around, his back to the airship, facing that new world.
Divine consciousness, like a net, enveloped the entire plane.
The three strongest auras reside deep within the plane, far from the entrance. They pose no immediate threat.
A few dozen weaker ones were scattered in various places.
Countless Qi Refining stage auras, scattered like stars.
And then there are those lumps of iron—planes patrolling in the sky, tanks lined up on the ground, and artillery pointed in all directions.
Li Xiaoyao watched quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Come on, children.
"Let these natives see what true spiritual practice is."
Behind them, the airship's cabin door was wide open.
Xuanfeng was the first to leap out, Cloud Piercing Bow in hand.
Then came Scarface, Aunt Liu, and Han Mo.
Then there are Xuanxuan, Xuanzhu, and Xuanling.
Then there were more than a hundred collateral relatives.
Then came more than two hundred non-Buddhist monks.
Then came more than three hundred indigenous ascetics.
A dark mass of figures fell into the sea of clouds like shooting stars.
Li Xiaoyao stood suspended in the void, watching them depart into the distance.
The clouds churned beneath my feet.
Led by Xuanfeng, the seven hundred people pierced through the layer of qi like meteors, plummeting towards the continent below.
The wind howled, and clothes fluttered, but no one spoke—Grandpa had instructed us before we came that the first priority when entering an unfamiliar dimension was to remain hidden.
Xuanfeng spread his divine sense, enveloping the group behind him to ensure no one fell behind. At the same time, his gaze searched downwards for a suitable place to land.
Below is a hilly area with several villages scattered among sparse trees.
Further away, a town can be vaguely seen, with gray city walls, low buildings, and several chimneys belching black smoke.
"there."
Xuanfeng transmitted his voice to everyone, "Land on the back side of the hill first."
The group landed silently on the back of a hillside. They were hidden by the trees and could not be seen from a distance.
Xuanzhu looked around as soon as she landed: "This is the New Era Realm? It doesn't look like much. It's far inferior to our Luoxia Realm."
"Don't speak," Xuanxuan whispered, scanning the surroundings with his divine sense. "There are human presences, about twenty or thirty in the northeast direction, about three miles away."
Aunt Liu nodded: "Shall I go take a look?"
"Let's go together," Xuanfeng said. "The rest of you stay hidden. Uncle Chen, you set up a simple concealment array."
Scarface responded, took out several array flags from his storage bag, and began to set them up.
Xuanfeng, along with Liu Gu, Han Mo, and Xuan Xuan, concealed their presence and headed northeast.
Three miles is a mere instant for someone in the Foundation Establishment stage.
The four men lay in ambush behind a small hill and peered out—
It is a village.
But it's completely different from the villages in Luoxia Realm.
The low houses were built with some kind of grayish-white bricks, and the roofs were covered with rusted iron sheets.
At the entrance of the village stood several wooden poles with a few dark-looking things hanging from them, swaying precariously in the wind.
Xuanzhu, with her sharp eyes, gasped, "That's... a human head?"
That's true.
Several human heads, dried and blackened, were still vaguely discernible, representing men, women, and children. Flies swarmed around them.
Cries and shouts could be heard from inside the village.
Xuanfeng frowned, signaling everyone to stay still, and quietly crept closer.
Through a broken section of the courtyard wall, he could see what was inside—
A dozen or so people dressed in tattered clothes knelt on the ground, men, women, young and old, all trembling.
Standing nearby were seven or eight burly men with guns—the kind of high-tech weapons that my second grandfather had mentioned, iron pipes that could shoot fire and kill people.
The leader was a bald man wearing a leather jacket and boots, pointing an iron rod at the old man kneeling at the front.
Xuanfeng couldn't understand a single word he said.
But that tone, that expression, are universal—extortion, threats, bullying.
The bald man kicked the old man to the ground, laughed loudly, pulled a bag from his pocket, and tossed it to his men.
His men began looting the kneeling people—food, clothing, and even a few trembling women were dragged out.
Xuanzhu gripped the hilt of her knife tightly, her eyes blazing with fury: "You bastard."
Aunt Liu held her down: "Don't be impulsive, listen to Xuanfeng."
Xuanfeng stared at that direction, then suddenly a smile appeared on his lips: "It's like a pillow being delivered to someone who's just trying to get by."
I was just worried about not knowing the language of this godforsaken place, and here it is.
"You mean..." Xuanxuan's eyes lit up.
"Soul Search".
"Arrest those bullies and use their souls to learn their language."
As for the ordinary people—let's see how things go first.
"How do we start?" Han Mo asked.
Xuanfeng thought for a moment: "Aunt Liu, can I use your rat?"
Aunt Liu smiled slightly, took out a grayish little mouse from her sleeve, and whispered a few instructions.
The mouse squeaked twice and disappeared into the grass.
A moment later, a scream suddenly came from inside the village.
"There are rats! Lots of rats!"
The burly men panicked and waved their guns wildly.
The bald man was cursing and about to stomp on a rat that scurried past his feet when suddenly everything went black—
When he came to his senses, he was already kneeling in a grove of trees.
His seven henchmen were all present.
Several strangely dressed people stood in front of them, looking down at them.
The bald man tried to shout, but found that something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
He wanted to move, but his body felt like it was bound by iron hoops, and he couldn't move at all.
Xuanfeng squatted down, looked into the bald man's eyes, and grinned: "Don't be afraid, I'll lend you my brains."
Soul Searching Technique is a rudimentary spell that even Foundation Establishment cultivators can use.
It damages the soul; after using it, these bullies will become idiots even if they don't die—but who cares?
Xuanfeng placed his hand on the bald man's head and probed in with his spiritual energy.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand, his expression somewhat complicated.
"How is it?" Xuanxuan asked.
Xuanfeng stood up and took a deep breath: "This place... is more complicated than we thought."
"What do you mean?"